And just for thought...
She says "Eye Juice" and I can't say I understand
but she's a toddler and it makes perfect sense to her.
Her hair curls more every day, her eyes shine brighter by the second.
She's a good mixture of myself and the man who helped create her.
I taught her how to belly laugh last week before I jumped in the bathtub, clothes and all.
We make memories that most mother's are scared of just for the joy of it.
Last night we shot soccer balls into our pillow net
and shot hoops with a Pooh ball into a box full of newspapers
while wearing her plastic pink eye shadow.
I don't know if she'll remember what I do now
but she'll never forget the love I have for her the rest of her life.
Maybe "Eye Juice" makes sense come to think of it.
I want to give her laughter by any mean's possible.
I want to sit with her when she's a woman, smiling at the memory of every dance we had.
I want to laugh at all the mashed potato castles we built, loving her more with each day.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.